When my dog Barney died in August of 2024 very unexpectedly, I was in a terrible situation financially so I couldn't afford to bring him to the Vet. I was overcome with grief, and I didn't know what to do, so I prayed. We have a small yard at our house and so I figured I'd bury him. But, the problem was when we moved here several years ago, all of my tools were stolen in the move. So I called a friend to see if I could borrow a shovel, and she said her husband would come and help me but they had to finish what they were doing first. Well, it took longer than I thought. I had brought him outside and wrapped him in some old towels awaiting my friend to show. Well, unfortunately, and unknown to me, my neighbor who lived behind me had brought out the kids and they found him. He came and knocked on our door and he told me what happened. I felt so terrible that the kids found him. I explained what had happened and of course began to get pretty teary. He understood, but had called the Police and Animal Control because he thought his Landlord had done something terrible (he has MAJOR Landlord issues as I learned). We cleared things up with them, and then since it was taking so long I asked by neighbor across the street if she had a shovel. She did and brought if over. My neighbor from behind us took over and buried my Barney for me. It was really nice of him and I thanked him profusely.